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Jezerael burn forever and a day.

May thy foul prophecy
food for the jackals

and thy blood crave for purity.

I thought I persuaded her.

We'd have the baby baptized
here in this church by you.

Well you know women.

Oh, there's a Catholic church
in the next village.

Carlotta has found it.

On Sunday's we go
our separate ways.

And the child?

No, No, No. He stays with me.

I'm resolved on that.

Most other things your
wife has adapted well?

Oh, indeed.

Our climate?

No, not the climate.

Your boy, Jack, how
is he responding?

Well, we'll resolve
that too in good time.

Not easy for you.

No, but I love my wife about this
and love conquers all

as you've always preached
from your pulpit.

Oh Stockton?
Dinner tonight eight o'clock.

Eight o'clock.

Interesting man.

And you were right he has
spent some time in Peru.

I've invited him over
to make Carlotta feel at home.

Go away from here! Murderer!

You stop this noise.

Now please.

You upset baby. Don't you hear?

I'll stop, if you let me kiss you.

Kiss? You kiss me Jack?

Where?

Where you wish? On the lips?
On the neck?

On the boots.

You kiss my boots.

Come on, if you want it so bad.

Thank you, Michael.

We've got a guest coming
for dinner tonight.

Yes sir. Mr. Stockton.

I tell him to stop and
he insult me senora.

Jack stop at once.

Stop!

Give it to me.

He frightened the baby.

I did nothing Father.

I heard you from the yard boy.
Why are you doing this?

Why?

You are all I've ever desired.

I shall die of cold.

No you won't. A convivial
evening will soon warm your bones.

I'm sorry what happened earlier,

but the boy was rude to
the Delores, very rude.

You must leave him to me.

Even so this is for a new violin.

Of course, why not?

Jack?

My boy, your stepmother's...

Our guest has arrived father.

Stockton, my dear fellow.

My wife Carlotta.

Mucho gusto.

My boy Jack.

The violinist?

You met each other?

In the village father.
We talked about Haydn.

You'll play for us after dinner?

I'm not good enough.

And our pride and
joy my son Ricardo.

Holmes?

You alright old man?

Sorry to have alarmed you Watson,
but your reaction was instructive.

So you believe in their existence?

What?

Vampires.

No, of course I don't.

You're attitude
suggests the contrary.

No one has to believe in
something to be frightened of.

It's two different parts
of the brain.

Right.

So you rule them out.

Vampires.

The rational part of
you insists upon it.

Well do you believe in them?

Cast your eyes over this.

"46 Old Drury April 12th.
Re: Vampires."

"Our client, The Revered Locastos
Merridew of the Vicar's Lamberley"

"has made some inquiry from us"

"in a communication of even date
Concerning, concerning vampires."

"As our firm specializes entirely
upon the assessment of machinery,"

"the matter hardly comes
within our purview."

My dear Miss Ruddock.

Wretched, wretched woman I am.

What disturbed you?

"We have therefore recommended
the Reverend Merridew"

"to call on you and lay
the matter before you."

"We have not forgotten your successful
action in the case of Matilda Briggs."

"We are sirs, faithfully yours,
Morrison, Morrison and Dodd."

This cup and saucer has been here
for the last 3 days.

Matilda Briggs was a ship associated
with the giant rat of Sumatra.

A story for which the
world is not yet prepared.

You consider though that vampires
should come within our purview?

No. Anything is better
than this stagnation.

Really?

We seemed to have been switched on
to some Grimm's fairytale.

Well, this Merridew is a man of the
cloth. A man of Christian belief.

That is of marginal interest.

Make a long arm, Watson, let us
see what the "V" has to say.

Voyage of the Gloria Scott
that was a bad business.

I have some recollection that
you made a record of it Watson,

though I was unable to congratulate
you upon the result.

Victor Lynch and the forger
the Venomous Lizard or Gila,

remarkable case that.

Victoria, the circus belle.
Vanderbilt and the Yeggman.

I should like some tea Holmes.

Vipers. Vigor and the Hammersmith
Wonder... Did you say something?

Shall I call down for some tea?

Good old index.
You know you can't beat it.

Listen to this,
vampirism in Hungary

and again vampires in Transylvania.

My dear friend, what has happened?

Will you come at once?

Yes of course.

Rubbish Watson, rubbish.

What are we to do
with walking corpses

that have to have stakes
driven through their hearts

to keep them in their graves?

Are we to give serious
attention to such things?

It's pure lunacy.

Well no doubt you're right.

This agency must stand flat footed
upon the ground of that it is to remain.

The world is big enough for us.
No ghosts need apply.

Awe well now ghosts...

Need apply.

Are you prepared to tell me

who supplied you with these?
And to what purpose?

Well I had them made for me
by a dentist from Pachum.

It was a necessary disguise
I needed once. I forget.

And did you put them to use?

Balking humor again Watson.
You really must guard against it

Albert?

A man gave me this
in the street, sir.

Elderly gent, he says
he's got to see you urgent.

It's your man of the cloth.
Show him up.

With care.

Oh, Albert?

Sir?

Do you believe in the
existence of vampires?

Oh yeah, most definitely sir.

There speaks the voice of wisdom.

No experience I trust.

Yes, thank you young man.
I'm not quite in my grave yet.

Hello, Mr. Holmes,

this is so good of you to
see me on such notice.

I know how busy you are.

Sit down and settle
yourself Reverend.

Will you tell Wiggins
to bring in the tea?

Thank you Albert.
This is my friend and colleague.

Doctor Watson, yes, yes I know.

Now my solicitors,
Morrison, Morrison and...

Dodd?

Point of fact there not
really my solicitors.

No, I had some dealings
with them long ago.

I forget quite what about.

Machinery.

Was it?

Well anyway I'm here on behalf
of a friend of mine and myself too.

And I'm very anxious
you shouldn't take me

for a complete old fool.

Please.

You must take your time.

Where to start it all?

I'm Vicar of Lamberley. I've been
there longer than I care to think.

Only time to go but let me
tell you about Bob Fergusori.

Not Bob Ferguson of Richmond?

He remembers you too Doctor
from the rugby field.

Possibly the finest three-quarter

never to have been
capped for England.

And my sentiments precisely.

I love the game and
if modesty permits.

I once turned out myself
scrum half for Gadalming.

Well Bob has spent much most of
his working life abroad.

Cotton brooking. Now his first wife
by whom he has a son Jack,

she died of fever
some years ago and...

Look, it's absolutely essential
that I put you in the full picture.

Continue just as
you're doing Reverend.

It is often Holmes' method
to absorb all relevant detail

with his eyes tight shut.

Well Bob arrived home recently

with a new bride and
a baby from Peru.

Difficult transition for all
concerned as you may imagine.

You ride Jack?

No. Of course he rides.
I taught him.

Taught you everything,
didn't I, Jack?

But I must turn your
attention to a stranger

who came into our midst
not long before our Peruvian family.

His name is John Stockton.

Well at first I welcomed him
as a man of intellect,

a writer and stimulus to
our little community.

Oh, thank you.

I can't say that I warmed to him
personally but,

he did have his own appeal to someone
like myself, buried in the backwater.

He was not threat to me
but he upset the locals.

Our blacksmith, Carter.
Some argument over a wheel.

Who are you come telling
me my job damn you?

If you don't like it
you can take it away.

Find somebody else.

And take yourself with
it and don't come back.

We don't want you here
in this village. None of us.

Carter, a lion of a man
in the prime of life

Stalwart of village life,
dead within moments of it.

Now Miss Ruddock,
spinster of my parish,

she has the cottage
facing Stockton's.

And she speaks of him as
the man who never sleeps.

She sees a candle in his window
many a nights through till dawn.

Well, writers work,
it's not uncommon.

Possibly, but I myself am
something of an insomniac also,

I have seen him twice in my
graveyard at dead of night.

And his explanation?

Surely you raised the matter?

Explanation?

Plausible I suppose.

I believe that
I'm related to a family

called Sinclair,
indeed my middle name.

Sinclair?

They had a large house
up beyond the village.

Yes, now you mention it

I'm puzzled to find
no trace of them.

Are we not welcome here?

No the truth was that I knew full
well the story of the Sinclair's.

They were powerful landowners,

had the village in their pocket
sometime in the last century.

The Lord Sinclair himself
was a cruel monster.

Those who incurred
his displeasure disappeared

or were found
with their throats cut.

Young servant girls, one
in particular,

was left pregnant and
dying at the church door,

her child stillborn.

There's not a Sinclair to be found.

What did we do to offend?

Did you tell him?

Well the bare bones of it yes.

The church incident
and how the villagers exacted

their terrible revenge.

Burnt us out?

I regret to say,
nothing personal to you of course.

And the girl?

She's buried over there.

But what neglected to tell him

because it seemed to be
inappropriate

was that the family Sinclair
were deemed to be vampires.

All of this is very interesting
Reverend as piece of history,

but how does it lead
to the present?

Well then Sinclair
by his own admission,

has returned, hasn't he?

But how does that
affect the village?

And why should they care?

All of this happened
a hundred years back.

Yes well... word gets
around you know?

You mean the church?

Profound to all gossip.

Answering your second question
the girl, the dead girl,

her family is still in the village.

The wife of the landlord of
the local inn for instance,

she was a Barrows.
So too was the blacksmith's wife.

Has Stockton, to your knowledge,
ever set foot inside the church?

Oh no not once as far as
I'm aware of it, never.

Even so, I'm unclear that
I can be of service to you.

No crime has been committed.

No crime?

No... no crime? But...

You have something
more to tell us?

4 days ago now,
it seems a lifetime.

Bob Ferguson invited
Stockton to dinner.

You see, Stockton
had traveled in Peru

and I think it was I who suggested

that it might be a good
thing for his new wife

to have some contact again
with her native country.

And the evening, not a success?

All I know is that the outcome
of it was a tragedy.

The very next morning the household
woke to a terrible discovery.

The baby, little Ricardo,
lay dead in his cot.

And the doctor's verdict.

The doctor he could
Find no reason for it.

No earthly reason.

Tragedy indeed.

But no blame affixed to
the dinner guest surely?

But he touched the baby's hand.

So they told me.

Look I'm a man of God, gentlemen
and far be it for me

to judge a fellow being
on hearsay and superstition

but I also have my parishioners
to think of and their frightened

and they will take
steps outside the law

to drive him out as they
once did his forbearers.

You see my dilemma?

So you wish us to
make an investigation

into this man, his
personality, his habits?

And disprove the common fear?

Disprove, disprove what you will.

You're presence alone
will have a steadying affect.

Well now I must leave you.

Among my other concerns,

is sickness in the village
and I have the baby's funeral

to prepare for tomorrow.

Your story is complex Reverend.

But not without some interest.

Yet I'm sure there's a rational
explanation for it.

Watson and I will
visit your community.

Oh, I'm so pleased.

You mentioned an inn.

Yes, the Checquers, it's
a decently run place.

Well thank you.

I'm so grateful.
So grateful to you both.

So grateful.

All right, two sudden deaths
the blacksmith and the child,

shortly after contact.

Natural causes, as the coroner's
report will inform us.

Stockton's nocturnal habits,
the light in the window?

Writer's block.

His morbid interest in
graveyards after dark?

I object the word morbid.
It's a motive not fact.

All right, never
entering the church?

You raised that point yourself.

Never seemed to enter the church
and does that make a man a ghoul

because he has no
interest in religion?

The evening spent in
Ferguson's house?

Was the Vicar there?

No, but Merridew tells us that
Stockton touched the baby's hand.

Is that your case?

So what is our mission here?

Possibly to prevent a crime.

A man having a stake
driven through his heart.

We have our timing right.

Holmes we can scarcely intrude.

Not intrude Watson, observe.

I wonder if Stockton's here.

He's hardly likely to show
is face on this occasion.

A recent dinner guest,
a friend of the family,

In the circumstances no.

Yes, I'm sure you're right.

But I know he's not far away.

Man that is born of woman
hath but a short time to live

and is full of misery.

He cometh up and is cut
down like a flower.

He fleeth as it were a shadow.

A never continueth in one's stay.

In the midst of life
we are in death.

Of whom may we seek for
succor but of thee O'Lord

who for our sins are
justly displeased

we meekly beseech the O'Father

to raise us from the death of sin
unto the life of righteousness.

That when we shall depart
this life we may rest in him,

as our hope is
this our brother does.

That the general resurrection
in the last day,

we may be found
acceptable in thy sight,

and receive that
blessing which thy...

Well-beloved Son shall then pronounce to
all that love and fear thee, saying.

Come ye blessed children of my Father,

Receive the kingdom prepared for you
from the beginning of the world

Grant this, we beseech thee,
O merciful Father

through Jesus Christ...

Jack fell from a tree
when he was eight or nine.

Damaged his spine boy oh Jack.

But father was he here or
abroad when it happened?

Well I do believe he was away, yes.

A boyhood almost without
it's mother or father.

Well I was here as his spiritual
guardian and Mrs. Mason,

the housekeeper from the farm,

she brought him up with
her own boy Michael.

These recorded deaths Holmes
so many of them, so young.

An influenza epidemic perhaps.

As we have now upon us.

If Stockton is perceived
as some sort of avenger,

why should he light
upon the Ferguson's?

I mean they weren't here
a hundred years ago.

Even now they're scarcely apart
of the village life. So why?

Why is he drawn to them?

The women,
the connection with Peru?

Or is it something nearer home?

Did you make friends
with the local doctor?

Hardly friends as I was greeted
with deep suspicion.

Had to plead my rugby
acquaintanceship

with Ferguson
that goes back 30 years.

He threw me over the ropes
into the crowd at the Old Deer Park.

How do you explain
your presence here?

Well I can't believe that
we'll be detained here long.

Another coroner's report.

Blacksmith, Carter,
died of a hemorrhage.

He may have look robust but he was
overweight and he drank too much.

And the baby?

Put down to pneumonia.

No sign of violence?

No.

Just as we thought.

What now a visit to Ferguson?
Pay our respects?

No.

I'm hungry.

Jack.

Where's Jack?
Is he down with you?

No. I haven't seen sight nor sound
of him since this afternoon.

He didn't come back
here after the funeral?

I'll ask Michael if he's seen him.

Yes. Is that for Mrs. Ferguson?

Yes, chicken broth.
She must eat something.

I'll take it up to her.

Thank you, my lady.

No food.

She's sleep now sir, no wake her up.

I'll decide that Dolores.
Thank you.

Don't touch me. Go away!

Anything more I can
get you gentlemen?

This is excellent. No, thank you.

Glass of water, thank you.

You were seen Michael.

Yes you were and
there's no denying it.

Clutching your arm right
through that service.

It wasn't my doing Vera.
She was grieving.

She needed the support of a man.

Just cause she's
foreign and beautiful?

Not ride a horse like you

Oh what's it matter riding horses?

I bet you kissed her knowing you.

Kissed her? I'd get my jaw broken
with that one. She's fiery.

It's just how you like it

That's right.
All ruffled feathers my dear.

Come on let's step outside...

No get off. No Michael!

I'm not feeling very well tonight.

Thank you.

This steak and kidney pudding is
every bit as good as it's reputation,

wouldn't you say, Watson?

Yes, every bit.

You're famous in Beggar
Street Mrs. Gresty.

Our housekeeper, Mrs. Hudson
put us onto you.

Mrs. Hudson?

She has a sister who lives near by.

Well it's my husband
you have to compliment.

It's him who does
the cooking mostly.

So you are Sherlock Holmes?

At your service.

On a case there are ya?

Oh surely there is no crime
in this part of the country.

Drinks for our host Watson,
drinks all around.

Yes, of course.

Oh Doctor Watson is an old
rugby-playing friend of Mr. Ferguson.

It's a tragedy about
him and his family.

You want to talk to
Michael about that.

He was there when they
found the poor mate.

And it wasn't no
accidental death neither.

Whatever else it was
it wasn't no accident.

Jack where've you been?

I was worried.

I thought you'd want to
be alone with Carlotta.

I needed you.
I needed us together

as a family this time.
All of us together.

You are right Reverend.

There is a dangerous mood
in the air.

But no fresh evidence
against Stockton.

I'm still struck
by the coincidence.

Well answer me this Holmes.

Why is so much being written
and recorded

on the subject of vampires
if there's absolutely nothing in it?

Man's need Watson.
His need to explain fear.

Then you do admit to
the inexplicable?

Oh yes, there's plenty
evidence of that.

But do you believe in dragons
and fairies and ghosts

because much has been
written about them?

Ghosts?

Watson has a ghost story.

Not now man.

No, carry on Watson.

I was in Afghanistan.

Long nights of fatigue,
in a field hospital.

A young subaltern, who had died,
virtually in my arms,

appeared some weeks
later quite unmistakably

when I was on leave
in Constantinople.

Fascinating.

Gentleman. Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Yes, of course Mr. Holmes.

And Dr. Watson I believe you know.

Watson, my dear fellow.

Come inside, come inside.

My dear chap I sincere
condolences...

Coffee for our guest Miss Mason.

It's ready and waiting, sir.

My treasured housekeeper.
We'd be lost without her

Oh, sit down please.

Augustus has explained your presence
here and heartily endorse his initiative.

This has been wretched time
not just for me and my family,

but for the whole community.

The sooner we make
sense of it the better.

Your dear wife?

Yes, I would have liked for her to be
here. She's upstairs in her room.

Have you met Stockton yet?

We've not had that
pleasure Mr. Ferguson.

Pleasure?

Oh yes, he seemed he was pleasant
enough on my first acquaintance.

May I ask you?

Ask anything Mr. Holmes.
Anything.

Are we some way holding Stockton
responsible for your child's death?

Perhaps were all responsible
to some degree.

Certainly my wife
holds me responsible

for bringing her here to England.

The child not a year
old, the climate, Europe,

perhaps I'm looking to
alleviate responsibility

By directing it at another.

Please you must excuse
my frankness.

But it is necessary that we confront
the truth about ourselves

if we are to reach the
heart of this matter.

Your absolutely right Mr. Holmes.
The truth of the matter.

Could you bring yourself
to tell us about

the evening Stockton
came over to dinner?

Which I understand was the start
of your misgivings about him.

Yes. That night I didn't see it
clearly myself at the time.

Dinner had passed uneventfully

though I confess I was somewhat
disappointed by our guest.

His demeanor.

The real nature of the soul.

Well what is it

to some merely a
manifestation of the will.

But the soul returns to God.

Like a sound that
vanishes in the air.

So thought the Greeks.

Life is death said the philosophers.

But I'm afraid I don't follow that,
You're saying you don't believe in God.

The Incas of course were sun
worshippers as you seem to know well.

The reason was meteorological

without sun, at night,
being mountain dwellers

they shiver, they freeze.

What about those on the coast?

The sun was constant.

A tyrant in the sky.

And so it was the lesser
god they worshiped, the moon.

The house of the moon.

The young children were sacrificed.

Lying on beds of
colored wool and cotton.

Why?

Why must the children
be sacrificed?

Well, not just the children, Jack.

When the chieftain died
it was customary to bury him

with the most beautiful
and best loved women.

Good God, his wife?

His wife.

His favorite concubines.

And a considerable number
more or less of his servants.

His jewels, raw silver, lamas,
weapons, food and clothing.

So in his philosophy,
death was life.

Of course, why not?

It continued in that vein for hours.
All kinds of mysticism.

Mostly beyond my comprehension.

The widows of Malobar.

Burnt themselves in the blaze
of the remains of their husbands

as a demonstration of fidelity.

What I can't describe is the
effect it had on the company

the ladies, in particular.

It was if he had them mesmerized.

And yet after he left, Carlotta...

He was repulsive.

You found him?

Repulsive.

You'd rather we
didn't see him again?

He's your friend.

Come to me.

The following morning

hence subsequently,

I became the object of her pain.

But the connection with Stockton
and your baby's death, I mean,

as you describe the evening
it's hard to forge a link.

I know but it all went wrong
Watson from that evening.

This house was if there
was a black cloud...

I can't describe it.
I wish to God I could.

There's so many coincidence.

Ah Jack.

My son, Jack.

Come and meet my friends,
Dr. Watson and Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

I'm interrupting.

Jack, you're not interrupting at all

now come and sit
down and talk to us.

How's the music Jack?
You still practicing the violin?

Jack's been given a new violin,
a gift from his stepmother.

The old one plays rather well,
rustily.

Holmes plays the violin.

I look forward to meeting
your stepmother, Jack

when she's sufficiently recovered.

Indeed. Well let us see if now
is not the moment.

Mrs. Mason would you go upstairs?

Oh she's not in her room sir.
She went out early.

Not. Well why didn't
you tell me this?

Well I thought you knew.

They both went out, father.

Alone?

Mr. Stockton came for them.

He came to pay his respects, sir.

When you were out riding father.

And you saw them leave with him?

My wife and the maid willingly?
You both witnessed this?

Oh just for a short
drive they said.

To take the air, put
color in their cheeks.

I really should have been informed
of this. My wife is not herself.

Was it Mr. Stockton who persuaded
her on this foolish drive?

Who instigated it?

Why does it worry you, father?

All's well, Mr. Ferguson,
they're coming home.

Stockton?

I didn't realize you had come by.
I wish you would have told me.

How are the ladies?

Very well.

We had a pleasant drive
through the countryside.

The air is fresh this morning.

Move on.

Nerve of him.

You keep an open mind then?

Against all logic I suppose yes.

And Sherlock Holmes?

Such things do not happen
in criminal practice in England.

The notion of the undead
walking this earth,

feasting off innocent females
offends against all his reasoning.

What is your own view Reverend
as a man of the church?

Life and death are
mysterious states, Doctor.

We know little of the
resources of either.

Carlotta, my darling open the door.

Carlotta, open the door please.

Carlotta, open the door.

Jack?

Holmes, the local doctor
has taken his bed.

It seems my services are
called for.

I hope its not catching.

No, I never catch anything.

What are you up to?

My first call's the daughter at
the inn. She's not at all well.

He took the crippled boy
into his house after the funeral.

All afternoon in his house.

The boy didn't come back
till six o'clock.

She's not going to die,
is she doctor?

No, but she will pass
through a crisis.

And needs the greatest care.

She should sleep now.

This village is plagued.

Like many another at this time
of the year with influenza.

You dirty filthy bitch.

What are you doing?

You think I couldn't see you?
With Vera lying at deaths door?

Vera?

Don't pretend you didn't know.

She's your girl, Michael,
not that foreign trash.

No, Mom. Mom, don't cry.

Ever since they come here
there's nothing but trouble

and what with him know that man.

What man, Mr. Stockton?

He's killing everyone.

Michael.

Mr. Holmes?

This is a privilege.

Let's stroll out I think
on such a balmy evening.

In the village?

I have my carriage.

The countryside, how delightful.

So why are you?

Here? For my health.

In village riddled
with death and gloom?

But no crime.

You will lay your hand on your heart
and say your not investigating me?

Why, what have you done?

There are several who will tell you

what I'm alleged to
have done, and what I am.

Bad angel precursor of death.

No truth in the rumor.

I'm living my life, Holmes.
What more does a man do?

You teach the violin?

Jack? Yes.

But that is not...

My main occupation? No.
I study antiquities.

Religious cults and customs
among the South American Indians

I have a modest
reputation in that field.

Published?

Two books.

You're familiar with my subjects?

My travels took me East.

Tibet?

And now the quiet of
English countryside.

I'm tracing a little family history.

This is your family home?

The seat of Lord Sinclair.

The villages believe my
forbearers were vampires.

Some incident involving
one of their maidens.

Janet Barrows, whose grave
you were at with a rose.

Observant of you.

They burnt this house an
act of unbridled revenge.

And now they suffer from the guilty fear
that I've come back to punish them.

Is that your purpose?

What a pointless exercise.
Come, let me show you around.

I am like yourself,
an investigator.

May I share your findings?

No. I want your opinion.

Do vampires exist
in your philosophy?

In human terms, perhaps.

And are you looking at one now?

From this house must have emanated,
once, warmth and conviviality.

I may come back to restore it.

Life in the village holds
few delights for me.

Why did you bring
Mrs. Ferguson here?

No.

Stockton, what is it?

I... I... I'm...

Unable...

To what?

Are you a friend?

Yes. Your friend.

I cannot tell a living soul.

I cannot. I cannot. I cannot.

What can't you tell?

Mistress Death.

She is with us

insatiable.

Keep her away from me!

Watson.

My wife has bolted her door,
my boy, Jack, has banished me.

How fares the village.

Oh medicine should cure their ills.

Does your wife have a fever?
Let me visit.

What she has is beyond medicine.

It's taken charge of her soul,
her very bones.

Is it not grief?

No, I recognize grief.
I understand grief.

This is some other poison

and we know its source you and I

What am I to do Watson? Just stand
aside and it him destroy all?

Easy old man.

What does Holmes make of it?

Does he think were all mad?

I've seen a ghost.

That I don't believe. You?
They don't appear to you.

This one did.

Appear so.

It seems I got too close.

Too close to what?

I'll explain later.
How's the girl?

Oh she'll recover. It's nothing
more sinister than influenza.

It seems to have struck
the young in particular.

The young?

Half a dozen young
girls of the village.

Influenza?

All the usual symptoms,
night sweats, drowsiness, lethargy.

Oh, Ferguson's downstairs.

We'll join him.

First we must understand this.

Thank you Mrs. Gresty
Most reviving.

Yes, thank you.

The vampire. Even the legend
was not necessarily a dead man.

A living person might
attempt such behavior.

Your saying Stockton is
one of these creatures?

There are people we know

who suck up the energies
of others like a sponge.

Draw out their resources and
pocket them leaving them fatigued.

No longer master of their wills.

It's a psychological phenomenon.
Doctors have acknowledged it

Yes, they exist.

What you say does describe
in some measure

that night he came to dinner

and the effect he had on
Carlotta and the maid.

I had a taste of it myself just now.

And your ghostly experience?

I don't, for the moment
believe what I saw.

But I do accept hallucination.

The mind forced by
another to play tricks.

Hypnosis.

Stockton has spent much time
with the South American Indians

studying their ancient mysteries.

It's quite possible that he learned
something out there

or was effected by an experience.

But you don't exonerate
him for that surely?

No, but he could be suffering

a form of illness, which
may respond to treatment

And meanwhile we let him run amock?

The man is destructive.
Holmes you're not denying that.

He's only destructive
if we let him be.

If we believe too many tales

or use him as nothing more or less
than a depository for our own ills.

Are you suggesting
that I am doing that?

I think there's a danger
of it in this village.

I stand with this village Holmes,
I live here

and I have seen his direct influence
over people. Loved ones.

A defenseless,
innocent baby is dead.

Now if you can justify
That, we part company.

Good night, Watson.

It's one thing to diagnose
the problem Watson.

It's quite another,
often, to resolve it

Yeah your ladyship here
is a charm that cannot fail.

Pin this to your pillow
and you can laugh.

Laugh in the face of vampires and
hypocrites that visit in the night.

Your safety, six pence.

There's a jackal at work.

I'm off to London.

London?

Till nightfall will you
hold the fort?

Certainly.

I thought a visit to Carlotta
Ferguson might be useful.

As a doctor I might
get in to see her.

Interesting.

Also patch things up
with her husband.

No point in having him
against us.

Quite so.

Saint Sebastian, he
will protect your heart

from vampires and
prevalent malignants

such as wolves, bats
and bat suckers.

Yours for nine pennies only.

For your loved ones sir,

Taken back, was she?

This will beat the devil
and his night visits.

It was smuggled in the habit
of a nun all the way from Rome

and was forged in his holiness
own spirit.

Oh it's so beautiful.

Now I am safe from all bad people.

Silence. Quit that. Burns.

Ring around the rosy, Pocket full of posy...

To the station.
See you later Watson.

Michael.

I got you this. Help you get better.

What's that Michael?

What?

You've been with her.

No. Vera.

Get out. Go on, get out.
Leave me!

Don't touch me.

Out!

In here Doctor Watson.

How is she fairing?

She doesn't tell me.

Doctor Watson, Madame.

Mrs. Ferguson?

I'm standing in locum for
the village doctor who's sick.

Yes. I know who you are.

You were here yesterday.

Please sit down.

So what is it you
wish to say to me?

To ask how you are
after your tragic loss?

If you need anything
for sleeping?

There are no remedies
in the world.

That would make me
sleep at night doctor.

Yes, I understand.

But the day's different.
I sleep.

At least hours fly by without me.

Do you wish for something to drink?

Oh no, no. No thank you.

You're friend the detective
is not with you, today.

Gone to London.

Your husband told you that
Sherlock Holmes was in the village?

Not my husband, no.

Oh then, it was Mr. Stockton?

Stockton?

It was Stockton, yes.

He was kind enough to take me out
yesterday for a drive with my maid.

Do you know Stockton?

No, I haven't met him.
Holmes knows him.

He too went for ride yesterday
to an old ruined house.

Oh, yes. The house.

You've been there?

It's just a burned out house.
No interest to me.

No ghosts?

Many, I should think,
but none came out to play.

What do you make of Stockton?

He seems to arouse strong
feelings in people.

What should that be?

I couldn't tell you
It's only what I've heard.

You want my opinion on Stockton?
Well, at first I disliked him,

then he was interesting
about my country.

He speaks my language
and so I welcome him.

I know nothing of the village.

Strong feelings you say.

Peasants... English peasants.

And Stockton offered
you some consolation?

He understands the dead.

What happens to us.

Where we go.

Where my little Ricardo has gone.
It's the only solace I have.

You have none with your husband?

None. Why did he bring me here
to this terrible place?

I tell you because he wanted my little
baby to be an Englishman like Jack.

He wanted another boy like Jack.

Is that so wonderful to end up buried
in an English grave?

I'm sorry if I caused you pain.

Why not? You are a doctor.

It is better to bring the truth out.

Indeed.

And now you will stay for lunch?

Thank you.

I stayed for lunch, tea.
I had tea in the garden.

She's a remarkable woman.
Most cultured person.

I think even you would
enjoy her company.

And the maid?

Awe now the maid well.

There are still love marks
on Michael's neck.

And I'm only recalling the details
since you asked for them.

And Ferguson's part all of this?

Ferguson returned mid afternoon.

And Jack?

Jack?

Jack hadn't returned.

He wasn't missed?

Referred to once or twice
but missed. I couldn't tell you

And the girl, here?

Unchanged since this morning.

Your trip to London?

I thought a visit to Stockton's
room might be more useful.

Did anything happen?

Nothing. Neither the living
nor the dead appeared.

But it was instructive nonetheless.

Where is he, curse the boy,

with your friend?

Stay in.

Get inside.

Stockton, I want to talk to you.

Get in.

See here. Your work.

My boy, my wife, my maid
you'll have it all.

And we're a part of
your village vendetta.

I'm sorry what are
you talking about?

What do you want from us?

You introduced me to your wife.

Speak English, damn you.

Speak English!

How dare you insult.

No, no.

Now take her, take your creature.

But leave my wife and
my boy for God's sake.

Jack stay. Stay Jack.

Leave him.

Let him go.

Jack.

Curse you Stockton.

Came around that bend.
Traveling too quick. It's wet.

An accident Mr. Holmes.

That'll be my report.
Subject closed.

A bit odd as you say constable.

Very good then.

You'll be leaving over
this day then will you?

Now are problem's gone.

No reason for me to stay.

And I gather the village doctor
is better this morning,

so you won't be needing
Dr. Watson's services either?

No. But his help was appreciated.

Well come on lads,
let's get over with.

Accident?

Murder?

One of the deeper mysteries.

Where will they put him?

Graveyard where else?

But he can't go there.

In my country sometime
they burn the body.

Well this isn't your country.
We're civilized here.

So do you would throw him out
to be eaten by wolves?

Where would you bury him Jack?

It's your friend Stockton
we're talking about.

You hungry, dear?

No.

Why'd you look at me like that?

Nothing.

Well I've got to work.

The tree that he hit was my tree.
The one that I fell from.

You've been to see it?

No your tree Jack.
It wasn't down that way

It was. The very same tree
where I had my accident.

Must have a curse on it.

I want to see it.
Would you take me Michael?

Not now.

Are you afraid?

No, of course not.

I'll take you.

Michael?

Later if you must.

For man walketh in a vain shadow
and disquiet himself in vain.

No Christian burial...

Cast him out, devil...

Deliver me from all mine, offences...

Voicing her protest.

I became dumb and opened not my mouth
for it was thy doing.

Take thy plague away form me.

I am even consumed
by means of thy heavy hand.

When thou will rebukes
dost chasten man for sin,

thou makest his beauty
to consume away-

Like it was a bomb
fretting away his honor.

Every man therefore is but vanity.

Here my prayer O'Lord

and with thy ears
consider my calling.

Hold not thy peace of my tears

for I am a stranger with thee and
a sojourner as all of fathers were.

Oh spare me little that.
I may recover my strength,

before I go hence and be no more...

Jack?

Go to him.

Oh spare me a little that
I may recover my strength.

It's all right.

Well I think it was claustrophobia.

Nothing worse.
Some people get it in churches.

But he used to sing
in my choir every Sunday.

Well he and Stockton
have become quite close.

It must have been a terrible shock.

What a business...
the village up in arms

but couldn't deny the
man a Christian burial.

I mean how could I?
What has he done?

Did have any relatives as?

Well no one as far as anyone knows.
That's another problem you see.

What to do with his cottage?
His possessions?

I shall look over the premises.

Shouldn't we ask the police?

Holmes will know what to look for.

In the business of house
clearing now hey Holmes?

It may be instructive.

What's that smell in here?
Heliotrope?

It's the smell of decay.

Will you light that lamp Watson
and then we'll set to work.

A ghost? I'll climb up and
shake him down if you like.

If he's up there,
it doesn't frighten me.

You can't frighten me, Stockton.

You're under the sod.
Where you belong.

You won't bother nobody now
nor never again.

Dolly?

Come on now, don't play silly games.

Dolly.

Here's one by Stockton.
Religions in Peru.

Fish god, Crab god, Fox god in Flight.

Taboos, witchcrafts, sorcery...

is there nothing this man hasn't dabbled in?

Vampires.

There's a book here
on vampires Holmes.

She's been attacked.
Down by the tree. It was him.

Person to turn vampire
generally wizards,

suicides and those who come to a
violent end or being cursed...

Tonight two perfect specimens
from whence I draw my strength.

My two Peruvian ladies revived me.

Vampire will bring his victim to
the foot of death but not beyond.

He will nurse it back to health with
all the after occurrence of love...

And yet am I also possessed?

When I visit the house is she not
commanding me to relinquish,

to hand my mantel on to another...

Indeed may be loved
and devour her again

whereby he's forever nourished.

He called to me.

Tell me your dream.

She wanted me to take
her there so I did.

One minute she was standing there
then she was gone.

I couldn't see her.

Then she appeared again by the tree
and fell into my arms.

On her neck were bites and blood.

Did you make these marks?

No... no sir, not I,
it was Stockton.

You saw him?

Well no, but he was there
right enough.

Stockton is dead.

No sir, he is not,

or if it is, it's the living dead
as God's my witness.

See the mark on her.
See for yourself.

Vampires don't exist.

Michael, look at me!

They don't exist.

What's the matter with the dog?

It some form of paralysis.

Did it come on suddenly?

Yesterday.

Remarkable and suggestive.

What do you mean? What's the dog
got to do with anything?

I can't tell you this instant.

May Watson be permitted
to examine the maid?

Of course.

The man's death perhaps
in part I caused it.

I don't deny that I
lost my temper Holmes.

But that's nothing to the suffering
that's been brought to this family,

my wife, the baby boy and
it continues to be brought

now on the maid.
Explain that to me, Holmes.

Good morning, Jack.

Mr. Holmes, the detective.

Dolores is feeling better, father.

It's a slight fever nothing worse.

She was out with Michael last night.
They were caught in a storm.

Lover's marks?

No.

Then what?

This is also the tree that Jack fell
from as a boy that caused his injury

or so told Michael.

Stockton and Jack?
Now that's too much to swallow.

Jack was lying. I asked Ferguson.

Jack's tree is in quite
another part of the woods.

But why should he lie about that?

Why indeed?

Out of my hands.
It was the constable, he decided.

We can't. It's outside the law.
It's a violation.

Well what will the
spirits make of it?

Where we taking him, Mr. Gresty?

Back to where he belongs where
he can do this village no harm.

He tried to strangle me.

Some water please, Mrs. Gresty?

It was like a big black
animal, a cat or a spider.

It had hair on the inside of its
hands, and they covered my throat.

It was just a bad dream Vera.

Just a bad dream.

I don't like it here, Mr. Gresty.
Let's drop him and get out fast.

Down here.

Are we going to do the other thing?

What's that Michael?

You know what you do with the rats.

You've been a mind whip boy.

We haven't, no.

I'm not going down there, I won't.

What's that?

It's from in here.

Who can it be?

There's been a desecration, Watson.

Stockton has been returned
to the home

of his forbearers I would imagine.

It's the matter of the
police or the bishop,

no concern of ours
for the moment.

How's the girl?

Oh she's calm, sleeping now.

Marks?

Not a scratch.

Window?

Bolted from the inside.

A case of hysteria, then.

But the Ferguson maid
Holmes, I swear...

Yes that we must take seriously.
You coming?

Of course.

Jack?

She'd blood on her mouth he saw it.

She and that man Stockton,
both of them vampires.

Where's your mistress now?

Locked in her room,
she is a monster

Would she see me?

She's the devil, sir.

The maid then?

Where's the boy?

Jack? Oh he's in his room, I think.

Mr. Ferguson,
I don't know where he is.

It was poison. Curare I think.

Will she live?

Yes. Carlotta discovered
it was attempting to-

suck the venom out, you knew.

Stolen from Stockton, or perhaps
Stockton gave it to him.

An arrow dipped in curare.
Two small incisions into the neck.

He tried it on the dog first.

Jack?

I knew it couldn't be Jack
in the ruin.

I heard him playing the violin
at Stockton's house.

And what about the ghost?

Trick of the light.

But the ruin had become
Jack's playground.

I saw him there on my
second visit and now here.

His inspiration hidden away in
Cupboards, a dark world of imagination

brought alive by a
disturbed adolescent boy.

But to pretend to be a vampire.

No, Watson, believe.

Believe he is a vampire

Remember his behavior in the
church? His fear of the cross?

And Stockton too?

Why not? He saw Stockton's
affect upon people.

His control over women.
What better thing to be?

To win the respects,
affection, love perhaps.

We must find him. He'll be at
the ruin with his master.

Get thee to hell,
burned forever and a day.

Let thy foul carcass
be food for jackals,

and thy blood drink for pariah dogs.

It's a blow to the head.

See that he lives, Watson.

Jack.

Well they are returning
to her country.

They have nothing in this
village to keep them

and neither have
you my good friends

but I for one shall remember
your efforts with gratitude.

This business with Stockton?

I'll remove to another
parish quietly, no fuss.

May he rest in peace.

Goodbye.

The baby Holmes?
You don't think...

I respect the verdict of your
profession. Phenomena wasn't it?

And Stockton's death?

Accident, fate, who knows
but Jack was no murderer.

Stockton's face in the locket?

Got from a photograph
by a clever child.

Will there be any
record of these events?

The vampire of Lamberley.

No.

Perhaps the world
is not yet prepared.